Good Morning All.
The above is still from Wednesday.
We didn’t walk last night.
The mist was pouring in.
Today does not look promising either but I might wrap up warmly and get rid of some of the cobwebs that are cluttering up my brain.
Today would have been my late husband’s birthday.
I have just calculated that he would have been 69 today.
Somehow I just can’t get my mind around that fact.
In my mind he is still the handsome 45 year old I remember.
We had a whirlwind courtship.
We married less than three months after meeting.
This was not MY idea.
I had come from an eighteen year old marriage to an alcoholic.
I was scared.
He was adamant.
He said he did not want to live with me with my seven year old daughter.
Didn’t want her to have to tell her friends he was my boyfriend.
He was wonderful.
We did everything together.
He liked cooking the meat.
I did the vegies.
We played scrabble while we cooked.
Oh how we talked.
And we laughed.
He died 20 months after we married.
He had a heart condition we didn’t think was fatal.
Thank you for those wonderful twenty months.
Thank you for the happy memories.
While I am around you will never be forgotten.
I love you.